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A VINTAGE OF VERSE 



A VINTAGE OF VERSE 



CLARENCE URMY 



author of 
"a rosary of rhyme' 



WILLIAM DOXEY 

AT THE SIGN OF THE LARK 

SAN FRANCISCO 

1897 



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Copyriglit, 1897 
William Doxey 






Five hundred copies printed 



The Doxev Press 



TO MABEL 



So one in heart and thought, I trow. 
That thou mightst press the strings a7id 

I might draw the bow. 
And both would meet in music sweet, 
Thou and I, I trow. 

—Sidney Lanier. 



CONTENTS 




lOM Vine-Clad Hills: 


Page 


The Golden Gate . . . . 


13 


(The Illustrated American.) 




In the Foothills . . . . 


15 


(The Overland Monthly ) 




Morning in the Sierras 


17 


(The Cosmopolitan Magazine.) 




Santa Clara Valley . . . . 


iS 


Dream Voices .... 


20 


Napa Revisited 


22 


In the Santa Cruz Mountains . 


24 


(The Cosmopolitan Magazine.) 




With a Calendar 


25 


Among the Belmont Hills 


27 


(The Overland Monthly.) 




Approach of Night . 


29 


(The Cosmopolitan Magazine.) 




O'erlooking the Sea . 


30 


An Easter Wish 


32 


California 


34 


(The Land of Sunshine.) 




As I Came Down Mount Tamalpais 


35 



CONTENTS 



From Vine-Clad Wiia^s — Continued. 
Twilight in Livermore Valley 

(The Overland Motithly.) 

Reverie .... 
Night in the Redwoods 

(The Ceiitun- Magazine.) 

Lavender .... 

(Munsey's Magazine.) 

At the Edge of the Day . 

(The Youth's Companion.) 

II. Treading the Wine-Press: 



Nocturne .... 
The Three Missions . 

(The Youth's Companion.) 
Remembrance . 

(The Overland Monthly.) 

A Watch in the Night 

(The Independent.) 

Along a Path in Paradise . 

(The Youth's Companion.) 

Weights and Measures 

(Munsey's Magazine.) 

T-he Judgment-Book . 

(Munsey's Magazine.) 

The Arrow 
The Old Year . 
The Fire of Fate 



Page 

37 

39 
41 

43 

44 

49 
51 

53 

55 

57 

58 

59 

60 
61 
62 



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CONTENTS 



Treading the V^ui^.-V'KESs— Continued. 
Ghosts .... 

(Lippincott's Magazine.) 

Sorrow and Solace . 
A Song of Hope 
A Golden Day . 

(The Peterson Magazine.) 

A Song of Triumph . 

(The Youth's Companion.) 

Love's Loyalty . 
Ante Mortem . 

(Lippincott's Magazine.) 

The Songs I Sang for You 

(Munsey's Magazine.) 

A Poet's Epitaph 

(Lippincott's Magazine, 

Love and Doubt 

Stubble 

A Dream of Death . 

(Lippincott's Magazine 



Page 
64 

65 
66 
68 

69 

71 
72 

73 

75 

76 
78 
79 



in. With Laugh and Song: 

Al Fresco 83 

(The Overland Monthly.) 

A Chat with Dick 86 

Told to a Child 87 

(The Independent.) 



CONTENTS 



With Laugh and Song — Continued. 


Page 


Down the Lane 


. 89 


(The Cosmopolitan Magazine.) 




Boatman's Song 


90 


Rosita 


92 


My Heart to Thee Is Singing . 


95 


Reconciliation .... 


97 


(Munsey's Magazine.) 




To a Singer .... 


99 


(Lippincott's Magazine.) 




My Love for You 


100 


The Temple Scene in "Aida" . 


102 


(The Overland Monthly.) 




Ties 


. 104 


To Hazel 


. 106 


A Dream Tale .... 


. 108 


Piano Solo .... 


. 109 


(The Overland Monthly.) 




To My Blotting-Pad . 


III 


The Wild Grass 


112 


(The Monthly Illustrator.) 




To the Moon .... 


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You 


114 


(The Youth's Companion.) 




Three Songs of Love 


. 116 


(Munsey's Magazine.) 




Mabel's Eyes .... 


. 118 



TO 



FROM VINE-CLAD HILLS 



THE GOLDEN GATE 

Wave- WASHED by that quiescent sea 

Balboa sighted rapturously, 

And fanned by winds replete with lore 

From Orient and Arctic shore, 

It stands, a door unique and quaint, 

Saint Francis for its patron saint — 

The open sesame to bowers 

Of far-famed sunshine, fruit, and flowers, 

The portal to a wide expanse 

Whose very name exhales romance. 

From north, from south, a streamlet flows 
From sheltered vales of vine and rose; 
While larger rivers gleaming stray 
Through golden wheat-fields to the bay; 
Broad pathways lead to land of pine. 
Or land where orange-boughs entwine; 



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THE GOLDEN GATE 

To slopes where grape and olive grow, 
Or far heights of eternal snow — 
A country peerless, wondrous, great, 
And guarded by a golden gate. 

When Twilight, Eve's fond alchemist. 
Weaves arabesques in amethyst, 
The land about the gateway teems 
With shadows, reveries, and dreams — 
The phantom shadows of white sails 
Blown hitherward by halcyon gales — 
The dulcet reveries that throng 
With Mission bells and vesper song — 
The dreams where Joy and Peace enfold 
The happy Argonauts and gold. 



14 



IN THE FOOTHILLS 

Here lie the wooded slopes that dreamers love, 
Low, rolling hills, with purple peaks above. 
And filled with hidden haunts and dusky dells, 
Where Daphne roams and tender Fancy dwells. 

Through shady thickets, dark with tangled vine. 
Shy clusters of sweet, wilding berries shine; 
And birds that through the leafy tree-tops dart 
Wake answering music in the Dreamer's heart. 

From some deep spring, hid in some silent nook. 
Babbles across a field a bubbling brook, 
Then through the canon softly slides and slips 
Where Echo stands with finger on her lips. 

Across and in and out wind wavering trails 
Among the glimmering glens and twilight dales, 



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IN THE FOOTHILLS 

And homeward herd-bells spice the dewy air 
With thoughts of even-song and vesper prayer. 

Here lies the Dreamer's Bethel — skies unfold, 
Light ladders lean from lands of sunset gold, 
Fair souls of fantasy descend to earth 
And find within his happy heart a birth. 



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MORNING IN THE SIERRAS 

Above me rise the snowy peaks 

Where golden sunbeams gleam and quiver, 
And far below, toward Golden Gate, 

O'er golden sand flows Yuba River. 

Through crystal air the mountain mist 
Floats far beyond yon distant eagle, 

And swift o'er crag and hill and vale 

Steps Morning, purple-robed and regal, 

The while a breeze through canons deep 
Sets all the tall tree-tops in motion. 

Bearing a greeting to the pines 

From palms beside the Southern ocean. 



17 



SANTA CLARA VALLEY 

(near SAN JOSE) 

To NORTH the waving tule skirts the bay, — 
No fairer bay e'er graced as fair a land, — 

And o'er its ripples down the valley stray 
Soft zephyrs redolent of sea-swept sand. 

To south a reach of meadow, farm, and lane. 
With peaceful herds and flocks in sweet repose. 

Fair Ceres guarding fields of yellow grain, 
And cottages entwined with vine and rose. 

To west Pomona's fair and fruitful land, 

Vineyard and orchard stretching mile on mile, 

Where Learning, Health, and Peace, a chosen 
band, 
Bask in the golden Hght of Fortune's smile. 

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SANTA CLARA VALLEY 

To east a purple peak with clouds impearled, 
A royal road that winding leads afar 

Unto a Mecca of the Western world — 
The giant eye that scans the distant star. 

Here in this land with milk and honey stored, 
O weary wanderer, stay thy pilgrim feet! 

This is the land of promise and reward, — 

O rest thee here, and make hfe's sunset sweet! 



19 



DREAM VOICES 

All day long sweet zephyr- fingers 
Touch the wind-harp's silver strings; 

Bird and bee, and brook and blossom 
Understand the song it sings. 

All night long star- voices whisper 

In the garden of the sky; 
Spray and nest, and lake and lily 

Catch the echoes floating by. 

But the busy world, unheeding, 
Hears no sweetness in the air; 

Toil and care, and pain and sorrow 
Drown the voices everywhere. 

Dreamers, only, stop to listen; 

Something says: "Be still and hark ! 

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DREAM VOICES 

Something, as the sound of ripples 
Kissing sea-sands in the dark, 

Perfume as of rose still folded, 
Sound as of a brook at night, 

Dusky shadows as of swallows 

Through the gloaming taking flight. 

Thus the Dreamer hears, and hearing, 
Strives to set his voice in tune — 

O the songs beyond his grasping. 

Heard beneath the mellow moon! — 

Songs he fain would be repeating, 
Though the sweetness half be fled,' 

Songs denied unto the Living, 
Are they granted to the Dead ? 



21 



NAPA REVISITED 

Fair Valley! Rich with memories, 

Filled to the brim with happy dreams, — 
The dreams and memories that float 

Like flowers adown Life's sunny streams, 
And, drifting through the harbor gate. 

Sail out across the sobbing sea. 
Fading nor sinking, till they reach 

The haven-land, Eternity. 

How fond, how dear, how memory-fraught 

Thy dells and dales, thy slopes and hills, 
When daylight o' er, the yellow sun 

Fills all the sky with daffodils! 
While dew-wet gardens, scented deep. 

Where roses with the violets vie, 
Look up with sweetest smile to greet 

The angel gardens in the sky. 

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NAPA REVISITED 

The very air is rife with dreams; 

The lute of love and lyre of light 
Pour forth in never-ceasing strains 

Fair flowers of song that know no blight; 
While poet-harps grown strangely dumb 

Awake in this enchanted land, 
And melodies that glad the heart 

Fall from the Poet's trembling hand. 

This is the Jims, this the end 

Of search for Summer' s lotos-land, 
(Up from the south come cooling winds 

That lately kissed the sea-wet sand). 
And I, with head bared to the breeze. 

Would fain find here my earthly rest, 
Like to a weary child that lays 

Its head upon its mother's breast. 



23 



IN THE SANTA CRUZ MOUNTAINS 

High on a towering peak, I look 

Across the twilight bay; 
Here Santa Cruz is nestling low, 

And there lies Monterey. 

Far, far beyond, the breakers white 
Wreathe Cypress Point with snow, 

Till dreams and darkness weave a veil 
O'er all the scene below. 

The last low sheep-bell softly says 
' ' Good-night ! ' ' from some far fold. 

And swiftly from the lighthouse dim 
Gleams forth a torch of gold. 



24. 



WITH A CALENDAR 

You know the promise that you made 
Under the linden's leafy shade, 

When high above a lark sang clear, 
And in my hand your hand you laid — 

You know, you said, "Some day next year! ' 
Accept this calendar, dear maid, 

'Twill help you choose that day so dear! 
Here all the seasons stand arrayed. 

Dark days, bright days, days far, days near; 
Days when the corn is in the blade. 

Days when the corn is in the ear; 
Days when green grass is in the glade, 

Days when the grass is brown and sere; 
Days when sweet April's fingers braid 

A dewy wreath of smile and tear; 
Days when moons of September fade 

In yellow glory on the mere — 



25 



WITH A CALENDAR 

In fact, I 'm not at all afraid 

But that you '11 find each day is here! 
On which day shall Love's debt be paid? 
You know the promise that you made 
Under the Hnden's leafy shade! 



26 



AMONG THE BELMONT HILLS 

Toward twilight-time we slowly pass 

Along a road whose winding turns 
Are decked with dainty wildwood flowers, 

With trailing vines and graceful ferns; 
Along a rail-fence runs a quail, 

A bluebird darts amid the trees, 
And cow-bell echoes, dimly heard. 

Are wafted on the evening breeze. 

Beside the edge of Crystal Lake 

We watch the June sun slowly fall. 
While o'er the mountain creeps the fog, 

Like white smoke thro' the redwoods tall: 
The waters, rippled by the wind. 

In pearl-tipped wavelets kiss the shore. 
And Fancy catches dreamy hints 

Of hillside tale and lakeside lore. 



27 



AMONG THE BELMONT HILLS 

Our way leads where moss-covered oak, 

Bright bay, and buckeye charm the glade. 
While through the leaves the setting sun 

Weaves arabesques of shine and shade; 
We pass the happy woodland homes 

That bask in San Mateo's smile, 
Where sunny slope and dusky dell 

With dreamful rest the heart beguile. 

Gray gloaming falls from darkening skies; 

Toward home we swiftly wend our way 
As San Leandro's lights gleam out 

Across the blueness of the bay; — 
Adieu to tranquil paths of peace! 

" Good-night! " we say to scenes so bright, 
And down the canon's starlit slope 

A woodbird softly calls " Good-night! " 



28 



APPROACH OF NIGHT 

By the yellow in the sky, 
Night is nigh. 

By the murk on mead and mere, 
Night is near. 

By one faint star, pale and wan. 
Night comes on. 

By the moon, so calm and clear, 
Night is here. 



29 



O'ERLOOKING THE SEA 

( NEAR SKYLAND ) 

Across the silent silver sea 

The silver moon looks wistfully; 

High on the hills I stand and gaze 

Across a reach of firs and bays 

And redwoods tall with moss o'ergrown, 

Filling the canons dark and lone, 

To where across the silver sea 

The silver moon looks wistfully. 

Above the silent silver sea 
The silver stars beam tenderly; 
From twilight-time till now a bell 
Has twinkled in some distant dell, 
And faint farm-sounds the still air fill 
Blown in and out through vale and hill, 

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o'erlooking the sea 

While far above the silver sea 
The silver stars beam tenderly. 

Across the silent silver sea 
A silver sail drifts dreamily; 
Up deep ravines the white fog runs- 
Fair Amphitrite's hooded nuns, — 
Hastening with reverent, holy air 
To chant on land a midnight prayer- 
While far across the silver sea 
A silver sail drifts dreamily. 



31 



AN EASTER WISH 

The peace that lies in ocean depths 
Unstirred by storm and wind, 

The peace that distant snow-white sails 
In sunset harbors find, 

The peace of summer clouds astray 

Be thine, this holy Easter Day. 

The calm that wraps each leaf and spray 

In shadowy, flowery dells, 
The calm that lingers in the air 

When cease the vesper bells, 
The calm of lily-broidered ways 
Be thine, this holiest of days. 

The faith of Mary at the dawn 
Amid the garden dew, 



32 



AN EASTER WISH 



The hope that blossomed in the hearts 

Of His disciples true, 
The love that rolled the stone away 
Be thine, this holy Easter Day. 



33 



CALIFORNIA 

A SLEEPING beauty, hammock-swung, 

Beside the sunset sea, 
And dowered with riches, wheat, and oil. 

Vineyard and orange-tree; 
Her hand, her heart to that fair prince, 

Whose genius shall unfold 
With rarest art her treasured tales 

Of life and love and gold. 



34 



AS I CAME DOWN MOUNT TAMALPAIS 

As I came down Mount Tamalpais, 

To north the fair Sonoma Hills 
Lay like a trembling thread of blue 

Beneath a sky of daffodils; 
Through tules green a silver stream 

Ran south to meet the tranquil bay, 
Whispering a dreamy, tender tale 

Of vales and valleys far away. 

As I came down Mount Tamalpais, 

To south the city brightly shone. 
Touched by the sunset's good-night kiss 

Across the golden ocean blown; 
I saw its hills, its tapering masts, 

I almost heard its tramp and tread. 
And saw against the sky the cross 

Which marks the City of the Dead. 

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AS I CAME DOWN MOUNT TAMALPAIS 

As I came down Mount Tamalpais 

To east San Pablo's water lay, 
Touched with a holy purple light, 

The benediction of the day; 
No ripple on its twilight tide, 

No parting of its evening veil, 
Save dimly in the far-off haze 

One dreamy, yellow sunset sail. 

As I came down Mount Tamalpais, 

To west Heaven's gateway opened wide. 
And through it, freighted with day-cares, 

The cloud-ships floated with the tide; 
Then, silently through stilly air, 

Starlight flew down from Paradise, 
Folded her silver wings and slept 

Upon the slopes of Tamalpais. 



36 



TWILIGHT IN LIVERMORE VALLEY 

The sun has set, and evening skies 
Begin, like rosebuds, to unfold. 

While on the distant mountain top 

Still linger faint, stray gleams of gold. 

Like kisses pressed by angel lips, 

Or touches of God's finger-tips. 

Like wreaths of purple violets, 
The hills around the valley lie. 

And Mount Diablo' s lofty peak 

Towers high into the twilight sky — 

A stately sentinel it seems. 

Guarding a land of dusk and dreams. 

Up through the western mountain pass 
Night-breezes wander from the bay, 

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TWILIGHT IN LIVERMORE VALLEY 

And whisper tender Dreamland tales 

From sandy beaches far away, 
Where drifting dream and beaming star 
Clasp hands across the harbor bar. 

Hesper unveils her lovely face; 

I hear a star-voice downward fall 
From some dim, distant lattice height 

Above the far cerulean wall — 
"Peace! Peace!" it calls, and all is calm 
Beneath the night's o' ershadowing palm. 



38 



REVERIE 

Comes the perfume of a rose 

From the latticed garden close 
Of a still, sequestered nook in Paradise, 

And the singing of a bird. 

Whose delicious notes are heard 
In a bower that in some sweet elysium lies; 

Come the glimmers of a stream. 

Silver shining in a dream. 
Silver chain that links the mountain to the 
sea, 

And the echoes vague, remote. 

That in tremulous fancy float 
From that heaven where faint souls ever long^ 
to be — 

In the echo, in the gleam, 

In the song and scent I seem 
Once again the old-time life to feel and know, 



39 



REVERIE 



As fair fantasies of You, 
Dim with dusk and damp with dew, 
Cluster round the memory of long ago. 



40 



NIGHT IN THE REDWOODS 

The eyes that all day upward looked to feast 
On sloping boughs, nor yet at twilight ceased, 
Now see in trunk and branch, and leaf and spray 
Diviner meanings than were felt by day — 
The trunks that tower high, look up and out, 
Like Faith above the undergrowth of Doubt; 
The stately boughs, the sprays so far above. 
Encompass Faith with arms of tender love; 
The little leaves are servants fond and true, 
Cup-bearers of the summer sun and dew. 
These giant limbs, each spangled with a star, 
Seem spirit-steps to heavenly lands afar. 
And these wide-spreading arms, held high in air^ 
In quiet wait the answer to a prayer. 
How still the scene! A century of calm 
Lies wrapped within this night of blissful balm. 

41 



NIGHT IN THE REDWOODS 

All Still, save in the soul a breath, a call, 
A thrill that holds the heart in solemn thrall, 
One swelling pulse, one mighty undertone — 
God's voice down through the redwood branches 
blown. 



42 



LAVENDER 

A GATHERER of lavender, 

When all his work was o'er, 
Fell fast asleep in slumber deep 

Upon his fragrant store; 
And as the scent with fancy blent 

Charmed Sleep's fair silver streams, 
This gatherer of lavender 

Went gathering fragrant dreams. 



43 



AT THE EDGE OF THE DAY 

See Twilight standing on the brink 
That skirts the dark abyss of night; 

The dew-wet roses in her hair 

Shed incense through the waning light, 

Low in the west one lonely star 
Shines tremulous and white. 

Across the far, dim edge of day. 

The task of morn and toil of noon 

Slip noiselessly adown the tide 

With dusky shadows thickly strewn, 

And o'er the lately purple hills 
Rises the yellow moon. 

Go, Twilight, trembling on the verge 

'Twixt shadowy earth and shadowy air, 



44 



AT THE EDGE OF THE DAY 

Fold peaceful hands on peaceful breast, 
Spread starlit wings and gently bear 

To Heaven's gate a burden sweet — 
The World's low vesper prayer. 



45 



TREADING THE WINE-PRESS 



NOCTURNE 

Along the river bank I stray, 

About the time of dusk and dew; 

The river ripples to the bay, 

My thoughts flow down the stream to you. 

To you, upon the silver sands 
That girt the twilight-tinted sea, 

From him who stands with outstretched hands, 
Gazing to seaward wistfully. 

Among the reeds the ripples sing 
A little song, half-sweet, half-sad. 

While I, with tear- voiced whispering, 
Bid it for thy dear sake be glad. 

I would that distance were not wide, 

That Fate might whisper low and sweet: 

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NOCTURNE 

* ' Set sail adown the trembling tide, 
And anchor at the loved one's feet! " 

Fate standeth mute. And so my prayers, 
Like roses on the river's breast, 

Float seaward; — may thy tears and cares 
Be soothed by sleep, and peace, and rest! 

The hour grows late. Through meadows fail 
The river flows toward rest and thee 

Meeting the sea-sand close to where 
A star is sinking to the sea. 



50 



THE THREE MISSIONS 

Three spirits met in upper realms of air, 

On earthly missions sent, 
One robed in deepest sable, one in white, 

One white and sable blent. 



The white-robed spirit broke the silence: ** Lo! 

A child is born this night; 
With joy I haste to place a snow-white soul 

Within its bosom white!" 



"Sister," the gray-robed spirit whispered, "fast 

I follow after thee — 
With cords of fate and mingled rose and rue, 

I weave a destiny!" 



51 



THE THREE MISSIONS 



Up spake the third: "Hear ye! in one short hour 

Vanish both soul and spell, 
I go to ring for mother and for child 

A funeral knell!" 



52 



REMEMBRANCE 

A Poet sings: " The winds of Fate 

Sweep coldly through Life's open gate, 

And leaf of laurel and of rose, 

Each into Death's dark valley goes." 

Yet sometimes up from that sad vale 

To lifeward blows a timid gale 

That wafts the scent of faded flowers 

Into these lonesome lives of ours; 

For just last night, when wearily 

The gold moon sank into the sea. 

And angel faces in the stars 

Peered earthward through the silver bars, 

I, looking out across the night. 

Heard echoes from a far-off height, 

A long-lost voice — my Mother dear! — 

Singing in some dim, distant sphere, 



53 



REMEMBRANCE 



While o'er my senses stole a scent 
Of one white rose with jasmine blent, 
The rose I laid upon her breast 
The day she entered into rest. 



54 



A WATCH IN THE NIGHT 

Oppressed by something in my troubled sleep, 
I, with a moan, awoke in deep despair — 

Was it some daytime duty left undone, 
Or was it some forgotten kiss or prayer ? 



Something it was that made my pillow hard. 
Something my heart around or soul within 

I rose and looked across a night as dark, 
Yes, darker, than the fearful face of Sin! 



Close, close at hand a midnight taper burned — 
I knew it for the lamp of my fierce foe; 

I leaned far out — he could not help but hear: 
* ' Friend, I forgive thee every hurt and blow ! ' '^ 



55 



A WATCH IN THE NIGHT 

Down on my knees I fell and prayed for him 
Who wrong had done me many times and oft; 

And as a star shone through a rifted cloud, 

I sought my couch and found the pillow soft! 



56 



/VLONG A PATH IN PARADISE 

Along a path in Paradise 
Two sad-eyed angels went; 

At Heaven's gate they downward sped. 
On earthly missions sent. 

That night two mortal enemies, 
In prayers of anguish born, 

Vowed to the other pardon full 
Upon the morrow morn. 

Along a path in Paradise 

Two angels passed, glad-eyed; 

One bore a broken heart of hate. 
And one a heart of pride. 



57 



WEIGHTS AND MEASURES 

The heaviness of earth and air, 

The force of passing breeze, 
The weight of crowns, and ships, and worlds- 

I wonder not at these. 
I see the awful griefs and pains 

That faint souls undergo, 
And wonder how the human heart 

Can bear such weight of woe. 

The measurement of time and space, 

The depth of deepest seas, 
The distance of the faintest star — 

I marvel not at these. 
The measure that I marvel at, 

All measurement above, 
Is this — the wondrous height and depth 

And length and breadth of Love! 

58 



THE JUDGMENT-BOOK 

The Book was opened! Men in wonder stood! 
No record kept of wrong! It told of good! 
Each deed of love! A Soul crept up in fright, 
Then passed into the dark — his page was white! 



59 



THE ARROW 

Straight from a mighty bow this truth is 

driven : 
"They fail, and they alone, who have not 

striven. ' ' 

Fly far, O shaft of light! all doubt redeem- 
ing; 

Rouse men from dull despair and idle 
dreaming. 

High Heaven's evangel be, gospel God- 
given: 

"They fail, and they alone, who have not 
striven." 



60 



THE OLD YEAR 

What is the old year? 'T is a book 
On which we backward sadly look, 
Not willing quite to see it close — 
For leaves of violet and rose 
Within its heart are thickly strewn, 
Marking Love's dawn and golden noon; 
And turned-down pages, noting days 
Dimly recalled through Memory's haze; 
And tear-stained pages, too, that tell 
Of starless nights and mournful knell 
Of bells that toll through troubled air 
The De Profundis of despair; 
The laugh, the tear, the shine, the shade, 
All 'twixt the covers gently laid. 
No uncut leaves, no page unscanned — 
Close it and lay it in God's hand. 



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THE FIRE OF FATE 

The fire of Fate blazed high one day 
And marked me for its prey; 

With red-hot tongue it scorched my soul, 
And burned fair hopes away. 

Across my heart a firebrand fell, 

As from the hearth of Hell, 
And left a wound whose stinging smart 

No human tongue could tell. 

Adown the weary Lane of Years, 
With sighs and anxious fears, 

I bear my sin-seared heart and soul 
Unto the Gate of Tears, 

Hoping that some fair angel's wing 
O'er me its shade will fling, 

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THE FIRE OF FATE 

While to the Cross of Calvary 
With trembling hands I cling, 

Praying that I His face may greet, 
Since through Fate's fiery heat 

He too did pass, with riven side 
And pierced hands and feet. 



63 



GHOSTS 

Three ghosts there are that haunt the heart 

Whate'er the hour may be — 
The ghost called Life, the ghost called Death, 

The ghost called Memory. 



64 



SORROW AND SOLACE 

An awful grief o'erwhelmed my soul; 

From friend and priest I fled — 
I scorned their speech, refused relief; 

Would not be comforted. 

An angel, softly whispering "Peace!" 

Crept closely to my side; 
But no — my wild, rebellious pain 

Would not be pacified. 

But O, the spell, so strange, so sweet, 
Between my heart and thine, 

That soothed my woe the moment that 
Your eyes and lips met mine! 



65 



A SONG OF HOPE 

Far down the winding Way of Years 

The weary World is slowly wending; 
Grim Walls of Fate and Gates of Tears 

To trembling prayers no answer sending; 
Yet through it all sweet Spirits call 

Through lonely days of grief and aching: 
" Hope's roses blossom on the wall, 

To keep the World's great heart from 
breaking!" 



Across the sobbing Sea of Doom 

The weary World is slowly drifting; 

Eyes wet with tears peer through the gloom, 
Yet see no sign of rest or rifting; 

Still angels bright from some far height 
Repeat through hours of weary waking: 

66 



A SONG OF HOPE 

** Hope's starlight shines thro' darkest night, 
To keep the World's great heart from 
breaking!" 

O'er troubled waves, by paths of rue, 

Faint souls press toward the Land of 
Pardon, 
Burdened with crosses wet with dew 

From chill Gethsemane's lone garden; 
Yet to and fro, now loud, now low, 

A voice is sweetest music making — 
Hope, singing on through pain and woe. 

To keep the World's great heart from 
breaking! 



67 



A GOLDEN DAY 

A SUN of suns crept up to greet 

A day from all days set apart 
A golden glow o'er all the world, 

A golden hope within my heart; 
A hope that blossomed like a flower, 

As mom expanded into noon, 
Then faded in the twilight dim, 

And died beneath the yellow moon. 

O, not until the morrow's sun 

Proclaimed my day and night far fled, 

Could I believe that Faith was false, 

That Love was cold and Hope lay dead. 

And yet how fair and bright it shone. 
My golden Hope that turned to clay! — 

Tho' years have passed, down Life's gray sky 
Still shines my golden yesterday. 

68 



A SONG OF TRIUMPH 

To-day I sing a victor-strain, 

A hymn of praise, — 
A canticle of joyous sound 

I upward raise. 

From boughs that thickly overhang 

The battle-field, 
I pluck fair laurel leaves with which 

To deck my shield. 

My spear and helmet, too, I twine 

With leaves of bay, 
In token of my victory 

In furious fray 

Yet no man's blood bestains my mail, 
And, what is best, 

69 



A SONG OF TRIUMPH 

No ghastly face nor dying moan 
Disturbs my rest. 

To-day, between Heaven's holy hill 

And Hell's dark pit, 
I met a Sin that tempted me, 

And conquered it. 



70 



LOVE'S LOYALTY 

I OFFERED you a goblet filled 

With wine so richly red; 
Deep in my soul I pledged a toast: 

" The day on which we wed! " 

You drank the wine, and straightway dashed 

The goblet at my feet; 
With mocking laugh that echoes yet, 

You sought the crowded street. 

And yet I cannot curse your name, 

Forget your face or form, 
While to my breast I press the glass 

Touched by your fingers warm! 



71 



ANTE MORTEM 

Spare not thy hand when approbation giving, 
Nor hold thy tongue till life away has sped - 

A single word of praise unto the Living 
Is worth a panegyric on the Dead. 



72 



THE SONGS I SANG FOR YOU 

I 

I SANG for you one early morn 

When leaves with dew were wet; 
Tho' years have passed, that simple song 

Rings in my memory yet. 
I crowned you with a diadem 

Of blossoms fair and sweet, — 
You were my little Queen of Flowers; 

I lay low at your feet. 



II 



I sang for you one afternoon — 

A bird sang overhead; 
''Your song is far the sweeter song, 

Those were the words you said. 



73 



THE SONGS I SANG FOR YOU 

I wooed you for my bonnie bride; 

You gave your heart and hand, 
And forth we wandered arm in arm 

Across the twilight-land. 

Ill 

I sang for you one starless night — 

My tears fell like the rain; 
You bade me sing ''Abide with me," — 

I did not end the strain! 
You closed your eyes, and lo! your ears 

With angel music rang. 
I wonder if you e'er recall 

The earthly songs I sang. 



74 



A POET'S EPITAPH 

A LIFE with day-dreams and night visions 

fraught; — 
But oh, the good these dreams and visions 

wrought! 



75 



LOVE AND DOUBT 

To-day into my heart of hearts 
There crept a tiny Doubt; 

There was no room for Love and it 
So Love was driven out. 



And oh, to think how sure I was 
Last night our love was true, 

And that to-day this litde Doubt 
Had bidden Love adieu! 



"No room within for Love and Doubt,'* 

I heard my sad heart say; 
And, looking in your eyes, I knew 

That Doubt had come to stay! 



76 



LOVE AND DOUBT 



O for two narrow graves of grief, 
That we might lie therein! 

My heart with all its weight of woe, 
Your heart with all its sin. 



77 



STUBBLE 

Ghost of the vanished days when April dew 
Lay on the fresh, sweet-scented fields; 

Naught but the memory of long ago 
Your deathly fragrance yields. 

Sad souvenir of Springtime's sapphire blue, 
Dim dreamer of the May-time air, 

To-day both you and I look back and say: 
* ' Past days — how very fair ! ' ' 



78 



A DREAM OF DEATH 

Death came to me and said: **One day- 
Is given thee to live; 

Ask what thou wilt for thy last hour 
And I that gift will give." 

I did not dare to ask that I 

Might claim a farewell kiss; 
I could not bear to see thy face 

In such an hour as this! 

" Grant me, O Death! a simple boon, 

All other gifts above, — 
Grant me sweet sleep, and let me die 

Dreaming of her I love! '* 



79 



WITH LAUGH AND SONG 



AL FRESCO 



I 



Come! No longer wander this way, 

Leave the dusty road beneath us; 
Let us seek a purer bUss-way, 

Where no thorns of earth shall wreathe us! 
Down the path a bevy passes, 

Children with their luncheon-pails. 
Mirth hke flute-notes in the grasses, 

Viol-notes from virgin vales! 
Woo us not, O Youth, in May-time! 

We have known Life's rocks and billows, 
Sun-tents now our rest by daytime, 

Star-shine round our peaceful pillows! 
Farewell now to cares and sorrows; 

We are princes, priests, and kings. 
Pressing toward the glad to-morrows 

Of our woodland wanderings! 

83 



AL FRESCO 

Up the steep slope, sun-rejoicing, 

Diademed with leafy laurel, — 
Here 's a song that needs no voicing, 

Here 's a tale that points no moral! 
Canticle and hymn and psalter. 

Graced with all the greenwood arts, 
Framed by lips that never falter, 

Wafted to world-weary hearts! 

II 

Low lights mid the buckeyes playing, 

Guess at haunt of faun and dryad; 
Sea-winds vesper Aves saying. 

Soothe the wood-dove's jeremiad; 
Purple sunset shallops sailing 

To the ports on Evening's shore; 
Weird and mystic shadows veiling 

Chaparral and sycamore. 
Hush! Adown ravines and hollows 

Echo wanders, dreamy-sandaled. 

84 



AL FRESCO 



Look! A flight of home-bound swallows 

Flecks the sky by Twilight candled. 
Come! Far in the dusky forest, 

Let us build a pyre to Pan! 
All that grieved us, made us sorest. 

All that bore a curse or ban, 
In Oblivion's volume file them — 

Stinging gibe or cruel jeering— 
Gayly on the altar pile them — 

Critic's frown and cynic's sneering! 
See! The flames leap high and higher,— 

Vanish pains and wounds and scars! 
Let us sleep with feet to fire, 

Backs to earth, and eyes to stars! 



85 



A CHAT WITH DICK 

A CHAT with Dick! When winds are high, 

And pelting rains rush rudely by, 

Or else in sweeter scenes than these, 
When stars peep through the locust-trees, 

And Summer winds are soft and shy! 

Let men for gold and silver vie, 
Let men for laurels live and die, — 

I '11 choose for my part, if you please, 
A chat with Dick! 

O Fortune! drain my rivers dry. 
Send blinding tears, and cloud my sky; 

Take happiness and wealth and ease; 

Lock Pleasure's doors and lose the keys,— 
All this, and more, but don' t deny 
A chat with Dick! 



86 



TOLD TO A CHILD 

Do YOU know the fairy measure — 
Lilting measure that they dance to 
When the moon is in the crescent 

And the busy world is still, — 
When each sprite and fay and fairy 
Steps from out the rose and lily 
And goes tripping to the woodland 

Just behind the purple hill? 

Have you seen the pearls and laces, 
And the fans bedecked with jewels? 
Have you caught the sheen of diamonds 

And the gowns so rich and rare, 
As the fairies swing and circle 
Round a harebell hung with glow-worms,. 
While the crickets in the heather 

Sing a glad and joyous air? 

87 



TOLD TO A CHILD 

Have you heard the happy laughter 
When the fairy dance is over 
And the golden moon is sinking 

In a sea of amber dye ? 
Have you heard the ' * Good-night ' ' wafted 
From the roses and the lilies ? 
Have you heard the good-night kisses 

Blown across the shadowy sky? 

Is it so — you have not seen them ? 
Can it be you have not heard them — 
Never caught the fairy measure 

On a starlit Summer night? 
And you say there are no fairies? 
And you don't believe my story? 
Well! It must be that I dreamed it 

'Neath the new moon's crescent light! 



88 



DOWN THE LANE 

Far down the lane as eye can reach, 

The hedges are aglow 
With roses red and roses pink 

And roses white as snow; 
For 'tis the rose-month, queen of months, 

June odors in the air, 
And Phyllis wanders down the lane 

With roses in her hair 

And I — I am a little bird 

Perched on an alder spray; 
I look across the field and see 

Some one not far away: 
I watch them both, till at the stile 

They meet — and then think best 
To turn my head away and sing, 

And let you guess the rest! 

89 



BOATMAN'S SONG 

Fly, fly my boat, across the sea! 

The sun is on the wane. 
The last beams Hnger wistfully 
Upon the steeple vane — 
The reapers are leaving the fields of grain, 
And a face is pressed on the window-pane. 

Fly, fly my boat, across the sea! 
Dim shadows veil the strand, 
And twilight hues glide hazily 
Across the sea and sand, — 
But I see a form on the nearing land. 
Looking this way with a shading hand. 

Fly, fly my boat, across the sea! 
Leave wind and wave and roar; 



90 



boatman's song 

The time has come for you and me 
To lay aside the oar — 
There is rest for thee on the peaceful shore, 
And a kiss for me at the open door. 



91 



ROSITA 



I 



Here's a song of sweet Rosita, 

She is the fairest! 
Of the maidens in the village 

She is the queen! 
When she wanders in the garden, 

'Mid all the flowers, 
She's the sweetest and the rarest rose 
That ever was seen! 
In the dancing, 
So entrancing, 
When, so sadly, 
Then, so gladly, 
Castanet and gay guitar 
Keep time for tripping feet — 



92 



ROSITA 
Oh, 

Of the charms of sweet Rosita, 

I could be singing 
From the dawn of golden morning 

Till day-beams depart! 
But e'en then her charms I could not 

One half be telling — 
Little Rose of love and beauty, 

The queen of my heart! 



II 



Lovely eyes has my Rosita 

And jet-black tresses; 
And her voice! It is the sweetest 

That ever was heard! 
Oft at eve I seek her cottage, 

Then I call softly; 
Quickly down the little garden path, 

She flies like a bird ! 



93 



ROSITA 

In the gloaming, 
Sweetly roaming, 
Where the lime-trees 
Scent the night-breeze, — 
How I love to hear her sing 
The songs of sunny Spain! 
Oh, 
Of the charms of sweet Rosita, 

I could be singing 
From the dawn of golden morning 

Till day-beams depart! 
But e'en then her charms I could not 

One half be telling — 
Little Rose of love and beauty, 
The queen of my heart! 



94 



MY HEART TO THEE IS SINGING 



I 



When dew bediamonds leaf and spray, 

And sprinkles reeds and sedges, 
And all the east a ruby glows. 

With opals round the edges; 
When violets ope their dreamy eyes 

And larks are skyward winging, 
The while my thoughts fly o'er the sea, 

My heart to thee is singing: 

O Love, tho' Fate part hands and lips, 
And thou dost shine afar; 

From dawn to dusk thou art my sun, 
From dusk to dawn my star! 



95 



MY HEART TO THEE IS SINGING 



II 



When birds and roses fall asleep 

Amid the hawthorn hedges; 
When vales grow dark and hills grow blue, 

With gold and crimson edges; 
When one pale star unveils its face, 

And vesper bells are ringing, 
The while my thoughts fly o'er the sea, 

My heart to thee is singing: 

O Love, tho' Fate part hands and lips, 
And thou dost shine afar, 

From dawn to dusk thou art my sun, 
From dusk to dawn my star! 



96 



RECONCILIATION 



I 



I SOMETIMES wonder when and how 

You will come back to me — 
Across what stretch of burning sand, 

Across what sobbing sea — 
What word will break the silence long 

That now sweet speech denies, 
And what will be the tale that each 

Reads in the other's eyes. 



II 



Will floods of sunshine, golden fair, 
Across our pathway flow, 

Or will our souls in rapture meet 
Beneath the starlight's glow? 

97 



RECONCILIATION 

Will flowers bloom, birds sweetly sing, 

To welcome in the day. 
Or will dead leaves be blown across 

A sky of tearful gray? 

Ill 

Let it be soon! Come as it may, 

Enough there is of pain 
Without the added weight of woe, 

If love like ours were slain. 
Come back to life and hope and joy — 

These arms are open wide! 
Come back and find our early love, 

Thorn-crowned, but sanctified! 



98 



TO A SINGER 

Thou hast the gift of gifts! Go seek for bliss 
In far, strange lands, through long and weary 
years, 

Thou wilt not find a greater boon than this — 
The power to move thy listeners to tears. 



99 



MY LOVE FOR YOU 

I 

Hard it is to tell when love begins — 
All the birds are singing, when love begins; 
Hearts that find the treasure 
Know no bound or measure, 
Life is naught but pleasure, 
When love begins! 
I know a love that has no beginning or ending, 
Like April fair, sunshine and shadow blending; 
Chaste as the snow and pure as the heavenly blue. 
No other love can ever compare with my love 
for you! 

II 

Easy 't is to tell when love is o'er — 

Birds are no more singing when love is o'er; 



lOO 



MY LOVE FOR YOU 

Hearts that lose the treasure 
Know full well its measure, 
Life hath naught of pleasure, 
When love is o'er! 
I know a love that has no beginning or ending; 
Like April fair, sunshine and shadow blending; 
Chaste as the snow and pure as the heavenly blue, 
No other love can ever compare with my love 
for you! 



lOI 



THE TEMPLE SCENE IN ''AIDA" 



Praise, incense, prayer, and deepest adoration, 
(Pink water-lilies on the mystic Nile,) 

Uplifted hands and eyes and incantation, 
(Deserted deserts, stretching mile on mile) 



Weird music from the inner temple rising, 
(A camel dark against a distant sky, ) 

The altar spread for holy sacrificing, 

(An Afric wind that passes with a sigh). 



The notes of harp and timbrel, sounds entrancing, 
(A light gazelle, by palm-trees halfway hid, ) 

The priestesses in slow and solemn dancing, 
(A dim, white moon above a pyramid). 



I02 



THE TEMPLE SCENE IN " AlDA ' 

Loud parting chorus to the mighty Isis, 

(A blood-red sun that slowly seaward sinks, ) 

The air deep-filled with mystery and spices, 
(Egyptian darkness and the silent Sphinx). 



T03 



TIES 



The dawn-light heeds the call of Day, 
Hope wreathes the prison bars, 

Dream -angels watch where children pray, 
And Twilight woos the stars. 



The river seeks the silvery foam, 
Sea-ripples kiss ^he sand, 

And evening sails fly swiftly home 
To greet a beckoning hand. 



And yet, dear one, this happy thought 

Pervades the song I sing, 
Like some sweet benediction caught 

From some bright seraph's wing — 

104 



TIES 



The strongest ties that Nature knows, 

I care not what they be, 
Are but as naught compared with those 

Which bind my heart to thee! 



105 



TO HAZEL 

Yes, Hazel, I'm in love with you, — 

E'en you the fact will not dispute; 
Else why should Cupid bid me sing 

The while he strikes his soft-toned lute ? 
And you love me? Why should I ask? 

Although your lips you close — 
The south wind does not need to speak 

To tell it loves the rose! 

O Hazel dear! this day is blest! 

The light of your blue eyes and mine 
Has blended in a fadeless star 

No other star shall e'er outshine; 
Your smile has poured a golden flood 

Of sunshine on my heart, 
And never will our warm hand-clasp 

From memory depart! 

io6 



TO HAZEL 

Can I forget your eyes, your smile, 

The pressure of your tiny hand? 
No! Sooner bird forget its mate, 

Or sea forget the silver sand! 
And yet I should not be surprised 

To see your love grow cold — 
(Don't judge her harshly, reader, for 

She's only nine months old!) 



107 



A DREAM TALE 

The dim dream -gatherers one night 

Drew near my bed; 
I felt them pass their dew-wet hands 

Across my head. 
I caught the smell of salt sea brine; 

I heard them say: 
** White sails and precious freight be thine !'* 

Then it was day. 

I wondered what the dream could mean — 

What ship ? What freight ? 
With eager eyes, I sat and watched 

The harbor gate; 
At golden noon that very day 

My dream came true — 
Love's white-winged ship sailed up the bay 

And brought me You' 

1 08 



PIANO SOLO 

As UP and down the ivory keys 
Her slender fingers go, 

I hear the rustle of a breeze, 

I hear a brooklet faintly flow — 

As up and down the ivory keys 
Her slender fingers go. 

As up and down her fingers go 

Across the ivory keys, 
I hear a whisper, soft and low, 

Like hum of honey-laden bees 
As up and down her fingers go 

Across the ivory keys. 

As up and down the ivory keys 
Her slender fingers go, 

109 



PIANO SOLO 

I see white sails on Summer seas, 

Touched by the sunset's golden glow — 

As up and down the ivory keys 
Her slender fingers go. 

As up and down her fingers go 

Across the ivory keys, 
Dim dreams glide gently to and fro, 

Like night- winds 'mid the poplar trees — 
As up and down her fingers go 

Across the ivory keys. 

As up and down the ivory keys 

Her slender fingers go, 
Sweet Slumber, wooed by sounds like these, 

Presses my weary eyelids low — 
As up and down the ivory keys 

Her slender fingers go. 



TTO 



TO MY BLOTTING-PAD 

My blotting-pad! Dear friend, to thee 
I owe the boon of sympathy! 
For in this world where taunt and jeer 
Ring loudly on the Dreamer' s ear, 
And where the Rhymester's tuneful art 
Is trampled in the busy mart. 
Where verse and song and flowery speech 
Lie stranded on Fate's barren beach — 
From out the chaos of despair 
Thou steppest forth with friendly air, 
And as the thoughts flow from the pen, 
Before they reach the eyes of men. 
Thou dost bestow on them and this 
The benediction of a kiss! 



Ill 



THE WILD GRASS 

I HEARD the wild grass, grieving, sigh 
Because the reapers passed it by: 
'*For me no sickle's happy whirr, 
No jocund song of harvester. 
No high -heaped wains that plenty bring, 
No joys of autumn garnering." 
" But if thou hadst not grown," I said, 
'* No sheep would on the hills have fed; 
And if no sheep had come this way. 
No shepherd would have piped his lay; 
And if no lay sweet love confess, 
There surely were no shepherdess; 
And if no shepherdess forlorn. 
The kiss and vow had ne'er been born! '* 
A glad thrill thro' the dry grass spread: 
*' I wish them joy," it softly said. 



112 



TO THE MOON 

O dream-boat! gliding through the starry sea, 
Touching with silver light the willow-tree 

That waves in silence o'er my sweetheart's cot, 
Seek not too soon thy haven o'er the hill, 
But fondly creep across her window-sill, 

And enter in where I, alas, dare not! 

Let one dear ray fall on her bosom white, 
While from my mandolin with fingers light 

I draw a tender tune oft heard by thee — 
Not loud enough her slumber soft to break, 
And yet just clear and sweet enough to make 

Her dreaming heart dream one sweet dream 
of me! 



113 



YOU 



" The chief want in life is somebody who shall 
make us do the best we can."— Emerson, 



A flash! You came into my life, 

And lo, adown the years 
Rainbows of promise stretched across 

The sky grown gray with tears; 
By day you were my sun of gold, 

By night my silver moon — 
I could not from the Father's hands 

Have asked a greater boon ! 

Life's turbid stream grew calm and clear, 
The cold winds sank to rest, 

Hand-clasped with you, no bitter pain 
Found dwelling in my breast; 

I did not dread Life's care and toil — 
Your love dispelled all gloom, — 

114 



YOU 

And now on graves of buried hopes 
The sweetest violets bloom. 

My every breath and every thought 

Were pure because of you — 
I had not dreamed that Heaven could be 

So close to mortal view; 
My hands and feet were swift to do 

The good that near them lay, 
And in my heart throughout the year 

The joy-bird sang each day. 

A flash! You passed out of my life — 

No, no; your spirit still 
Is sun and moon and guiding star 

Through every cloud and ill; 
As down the rainbowed years I go, 

You still are at my side, 
And some day I shall stand with you 

Among the glorified. 

115 



THREE SONGS OF LOVE 

Sing no sad song of bygone days, 
Now veiled in memory's tearful haze; 
I would forget the hopes and fears 
That filled with pain the former years; 
Those flowers are dead, those suns have set, 
Those joys have changed to vague regret; 
The love I crave along life's way 
Is not the love of yesterday. 

Sing no blithe song of time and tide 
That in some heavenly sphere abide; 
Paint no fair scene of coming bliss 
In tender look, hand-clasp, and kiss; 
Those words sound vain in ears like mine; 
Suns may not rise, stars fail to shine. 
Birds may not sing in boughs above — 
Oh, sing not of to-morrow's love! 

ii6 



THREE SONGS OF I.OVE 

Sing me a song, a happy song, 
Full-voiced, with cadence rich and strong; 
Gather no notes from olden themes, 
Nor from the mystic land of dreams; 
But sing in ringing rune and rhyme 
The rapture of the present time. 
Go, past and future — sing, I pray. 
Of love that lives and loves to-day! 



117 



MABEL'S EYES 

Mabel's eyes are oh, so blue! 
Just like twin stars dipped in dew, 
Colored with the tint one gets 
Only from Spring violets! 
Long ago, at love's sweet birth, 
First I learned their precious worth, 
And a chart for seas and skies 
Fashioned out of Mabel's eyes. 

Mabel's eyes were made to woo — 
She can utilize them, too! 
Bid me knight and courtier be, 
Make a very slave of me! 
Adoration they compel — 
It would never do to tell 
Everything that I surmise 
Gazing into Mabel's eyes! 

ii8 



MABEL'S EYES 

Mabel's eyes are oh, so true! 
Never old and never new! 
Beacon lights are they to me 
Cruising on Life's troubled sea; 
Rock and reef and storm and wind 
All are quickly left behind, 
Sailing toward the port I prize — 
Port of Love, in Mabel's eyes! 



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